The early spring night was still chilly, and Jiang Muwan sat in her car, the biting cold wind blowing in through the window, sharpening her senses and making her hair stand on end.
"Is this good?"
"Good!"
To be sober and face the world, to be aware and get what she wants, what could be wrong with that?
No matter how tough and rugged the road ahead, as long as she was headed in the right direction, she would not stop.
"I come from hell; you want me to save all beings? I can't do it."
She had returned to the Song Family for sixteen years, and during these years, she went to the temple with Old Master Song every year, yet she never made a wish, never believed in those spiritual crutches, only in herself.
In front of her, neon lights flickered. Jiang Muwan watched the departing cars as her hand, holding a cigarette, slowly extended out of the window to tap away the ash. Then, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.
